Hunger

I am often shocked
By the depths of my
Hunger. By how much
Space there is for me
To fill with time and
Love and food and
So much sweetness.
Sweetness that rots
At the core, that perfumes
And robs the air
Of what was
Devouring anything in
Its presence.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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